I beheld till thrones were set, and the Ancient of days did sit: his raiment was white as snow, and the hair of his head like pure wool; his throne was flames of fire, its wheels burning fire.
I titiro ahau a whakaritea mai ra ano nga torona, kua noho te Tuaiho Onamata: ko tona kakahu ma tonu me he hukarere, ko nga makawe o tona mahunga me te huruhuru hipi kua oti te whakama; ko tona torona he mura ahi, a ko ona wira he ahi e ka ana.
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